*K's POV*
Felix tattooed my back first before asking me to lie back. He lifted my top slightly and lowered my leggings before giving me a sympathetic look. I just looked away. He was branding me and I didn't want him to. I still felt the tingly feelings when I was around him, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to want Lorenzo anymore. I wanted my hatred of him to fester and flourish. I wanted to find a way to get out of all this, but at the same time, the way I felt around him, I wanted it to consume me.
My head had been so clear with Kristoff. He offered me everything I wanted and he made me feel special in a way that was not just about my looks but about my mind as well. He didn't push me, hell he didn't even try to sleep with me. How, in a few hours, had I gone from being so giddy an
